I'm married to a man who is big on picking up around the house. And he has, over the past 8 years I've been a SAHM, judged me on what I do and don't do around the house. For most of that time, I tried to meet his standards, tried to have things picked up and dinner started by the time he got home from work (with the thoughts in my head, "Oh, oh! 'Dad' is coming home! I better hurry!") I would stand in the kitchen with very depressing feelings (almost ready to die, frankly) not knowing how to do it.
I would tell dh how hard it was for me. And he didn't understand, didn't think I was trying hard enough, didn't think I cared about anything. And he would tell me his mom managed just fine with 6 kids (we have 2).
I've felt like the biggest, incompetent, lazy failure over the years. And I'm (&*)*#%&^@#) sick of feeling this way!
Whenever I hear women complain about their dh's not doing anything around the house, I want to say, "SO WHAT! Enjoy it! Enjoy having control over your own home, getting to do it the way you want. Lucky you!"
Because I have wanted to be in control of my own home, for it to feel like it's my domain. It's my life, being at home, for the most part. I have wanted to feel the sense of simple accomplishments (you know, picking up the kitchen, or whatever). But I've had the pressure of needing to do it on dh's time and not mine. If I don't do it when he thinks it should be done, he swoops in and "saves the day"...picking up my "slack". I hate this pressure, this feeling of competition...so I end up not doing it half the time.
I am feeling very resentful that my sense of worthiness and value as a person is based on what I do around my house. I so badly just want to let things be messy if they are, and pick them up when I want to. But I don't have this freedom in my house.
I do have streaks of perfectionism in me. I love things to be very organized, everything to have a specific place according to its use and so forth. I think I love the process of things getting really messy, and then eventually organizing and putting them away to "perfection". But this isn't good enough/acceptable to dh.
I know if I lived in my own space, I would be quite competent, feel free, and in control. But here, I feel like a child, I feel paralyzed.
Dh and I have separate bedrooms. I told him to stay out of my room, I keep the door shut...because I wanted to have one area in the house that felt like mine, that he didn't mess with. Yet, when I'm out of the house, he goes in my room, makes my bed, puts the kids' clothes (which they end up tossing about) in a big pile. He just can't help himself. And it makes me feel like crap, all around.
Subconsciously, I refuse to let something like this determine my worth as a person. I refuse to be sucked into dh's judgement of me. So I would rather do very little and let him go into his intense suzy-homemaker mode, while I go off into my own little corner. Yet, this doesn't make me happy because I'm missing out on the stuff I mentioned above.
I don't plan on staying married to him (some woman out there will love how he is, I know that; he's a "good" guy--we're just not a match). This is one of two major issues. In the meantime, I want to not feel like I'm a loser here.
This is very deep-rooted. And I need help resolving this for myself, for my health, for my sanity. It makes me cry, it's so very hard.
I am just now admitting and accepting I'm a slob. This feels good, yet...there's so much more that needs to be dug up and healed.
Anyone been there and can 'help'?
Thanks so much.
I would tell dh how hard it was for me. And he didn't understand, didn't think I was trying hard enough, didn't think I cared about anything. And he would tell me his mom managed just fine with 6 kids (we have 2).
I've felt like the biggest, incompetent, lazy failure over the years. And I'm (&*)*#%&^@#) sick of feeling this way!
Whenever I hear women complain about their dh's not doing anything around the house, I want to say, "SO WHAT! Enjoy it! Enjoy having control over your own home, getting to do it the way you want. Lucky you!"
Because I have wanted to be in control of my own home, for it to feel like it's my domain. It's my life, being at home, for the most part. I have wanted to feel the sense of simple accomplishments (you know, picking up the kitchen, or whatever). But I've had the pressure of needing to do it on dh's time and not mine. If I don't do it when he thinks it should be done, he swoops in and "saves the day"...picking up my "slack". I hate this pressure, this feeling of competition...so I end up not doing it half the time.
I am feeling very resentful that my sense of worthiness and value as a person is based on what I do around my house. I so badly just want to let things be messy if they are, and pick them up when I want to. But I don't have this freedom in my house.
I do have streaks of perfectionism in me. I love things to be very organized, everything to have a specific place according to its use and so forth. I think I love the process of things getting really messy, and then eventually organizing and putting them away to "perfection". But this isn't good enough/acceptable to dh.
I know if I lived in my own space, I would be quite competent, feel free, and in control. But here, I feel like a child, I feel paralyzed.
Dh and I have separate bedrooms. I told him to stay out of my room, I keep the door shut...because I wanted to have one area in the house that felt like mine, that he didn't mess with. Yet, when I'm out of the house, he goes in my room, makes my bed, puts the kids' clothes (which they end up tossing about) in a big pile. He just can't help himself. And it makes me feel like crap, all around.
Subconsciously, I refuse to let something like this determine my worth as a person. I refuse to be sucked into dh's judgement of me. So I would rather do very little and let him go into his intense suzy-homemaker mode, while I go off into my own little corner. Yet, this doesn't make me happy because I'm missing out on the stuff I mentioned above.
I don't plan on staying married to him (some woman out there will love how he is, I know that; he's a "good" guy--we're just not a match). This is one of two major issues. In the meantime, I want to not feel like I'm a loser here.
This is very deep-rooted. And I need help resolving this for myself, for my health, for my sanity. It makes me cry, it's so very hard.
I am just now admitting and accepting I'm a slob. This feels good, yet...there's so much more that needs to be dug up and healed.
Anyone been there and can 'help'?
Thanks so much.











